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Those voices I hear in the hallways,
Somehow always used to torment me.
Cruel words escaped their lips.
Poison vowels and sounds,
Yet I was taught they were good.
I was born this way...
When you look at me, what do you see?
I'm a girl who's full of Humanity.
I'm someone who fights for what's right,
And does no harm so I can sleep at night.
Do you see who I am? Do you really see,
